Posts Tagged: ‘thinking’

my live living room. laying low.

November 25, 2014 Posted by the writer

Namaste blog family

IMG_5845The Live in Your Living Room event that occurred in my apartment last Saturday was a tremendous success. It was incredible to see Cloudmachine perform in my apartment four years after I wrote poetry to his music. It was the first time we met in person and an amazing experience all around.

Another surreal aspect of it all was how my life has come full circle. I set off to write professionally in New York City back in 2009, did just that, the gig came to a conclusion, so here I am floating again.

Drifting.

I’ve gotta say meeting someone in person who I came in contact with so early on in my mission was out of this world. There were probably about twenty people in my place at one stage, I think that’s more people than I actually know in total. The musicians IMG_5837brought guests, friends brought friends; it was an incredible event to be part of.

I’ve ducked out of the city again to get some writing done in the country. Focussing can be tricky with the whole, “Jesus, I really need a job”-ness railing the back of my skull – but I’m doing my best. After all, what more can we do.

Something else I’ve come to terms with recently is that during all of my working ventures since I’ve been back in town – the hardest one IMG_5813has been forgiving the ex-husband I left in Australia. Before my divorce, I didn’t really understand what being traumatized meant. And while I understand it and have dealt with it to the best of my ability over the past 36 months, I still haven’t forgiven him.

That’s unfamiliar to me, I might get crabby – but forgiveness is something that’s always come easy before.

I guess part of why it’s on my mind is because I’ve been working so hard these past 38 months, I was able to suppress the final pieces that come with letting go of a big part of your life. I don’t wish it on anyone.

I’m going to write some poems about it and get my posting steady again. I know I can’t feel terrible forever, I just hope it concludes soon.

 

inter. views.

November 18, 2014 Posted by the writer

DSCN2429Too long has gone by blog tribe. I wish I had better excuses for my gone-ness. The only excuse I really have is… secrets.

I’ve been crazy busy. Job applying, city running, puppy playing. I’m edgy and excited over where I’ll end up when the next job arrives. Also, I think about my book until it keeps me up at night.

The environment around me remains stunning. I’ve experienced autumn at least three times, traveling up and down the north-east coast. I have DSCN2435had a record period of silence and thoughtfulness.

When every layer of requirement peels away, go here, do this, apply for that, pay us… it usually comes back to book. Book and blah-g actually. Since recording just over five years of existence around here – I’m compelled to clean it in an enriching way that somehow expresses the creative contribution I endeavor to make to Earth, while I’m here.

It feels odd not having a day job. I stay busy and fluttering, awake at 5.30 every morning and what not. It’s just refreshing to experience another style of life for a minute – until I embrace everything changing again.DSCN2432

The concert in my living room for this weekend is still in effect for this Saturday, November 22nd. I’ve been lucid dreaming quite a bit and thinking thoughts of warm places.

I hope you are all well and bathing in light.

renewed love. my poetry.

November 10, 2014 Posted by the writer

After my most recent break-up, matched with the whole “job… yeah, I’ll need one of those… eventually…” I woke up a bit meh. I fired up my Instagram with my morning coffee to learn that I was tagged in a #screenshot game – which essentially means screenshot whatever your home screen is and post it.

My screenshot, of course, is Fronkles and Peanut. The real magic in all of this, however, is while I’m sharing my picture with my Insta-mates, for the first time since I rescued him after losing Henry – Peanut and Fronkles played! It’s been somewhat heartbreaking watching each one try to play with the other for over a year with this odd chemistry of “wait, whose in charge? hold on… where’s my brother? you won’t hurt me… right?”IMG_4813

There is no better way to start my day. The two of them dancing around in a sea of growls erased whatever stress I woke up scowling.

Sad, right? I literally woke up scowling…

However! I am determined to utilized my NYC time effectively during another limbo era. After consulting with some inner circle affiliates, we’ve decided to use the bottom of my piggy bank to print my poems and ransack the city with them.

Viral style.

This plan took shape as I sat hunched over my laptop during country escapades and a friend of mine flipped though one of the poetry volumes and gently┬ástated, “Like, I know you’re all into your novel right now. But, you’ve got a lot of time off for a minute… and you’re like, in Times Square. I think should just print single poems and poem-bomb the city with your shit.”

It’s brilliant.

So! Today I shall put together a few pages which I will print off at the printing store and spin all over town with. No clue what the results will be… but we’re soon to find out!

BANG! I’M BACK!! BANG BANG!!!

November 9, 2014 Posted by the writer

DSCN2332OMFG. Blog family, it’s been a minute. An epic gap in the five year strong FollowMeToNYC crusade through my wordly world.

I’ve been in the country, Halloween came and went, I’ve been quiet and internal and reflective and all of those things that take you over in the times of your life that will prove to be most critical.

Essentially, shit’s going done.

There’s something that’s been on my mind since April and, unlike my happy trails of rant that I leave around here, I can’t directly talk about it. I guess the best thing to compare it to is that I feel like I’m in a witness protection program. Only I was a victim, not a DSCN2396witness. And in any event, I can’t talk about it. However, I will say, that this incident has directly impacted where I’m at right now – in every sense.

SO!!! Tomorrow, it’s back to New York City time. It’s been close to a remarkable three weeks since I’ve directly dealt with that little life of mine tightly nesting on the fringe of Times Square.

This is the first time I’ve been “in between jobs” since independently building my Manhattan life. That means I’ve never been cut loose to simply enjoy what I worked so hard for. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.

Of course, I’ve been working around the clock for the past two weeks. I have applied for Writer work everywhere from New York City to Australia and back to Seattle. I’ve been writing Book and dumping boyfriends.

That said, I have a new favorite dump your partner track. Y’all know how I love my empowering break-up songs, especially considering how many fools I’ve circled with over the past 36 months.

“And every day I wake up celebrating shit. Why? Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch…”

 

if you’re not in new york, you’re camping out

October 26, 2014 Posted by the writer

IMG_4808I read quote this morning while scrolling my Twitter feed, sipping hot pumpkin coffee, getting ready to break into another wonderful autumn day of BOOK.

“If you’re not in New York, you’re camping out.” – Thomas E. Dewey.

I couldn’t agree with this more. Particularly in reference to America-land. Although I must say, the decade I spent living in Australia was a bit like camping out. And, minus the hideous husband creature spitting lies every day, I loved it.

But to me, living on an island of 22 million people, compared to a country with roughly 300 million more people… that impacts the camp-factor.

Never the less, as I briefly mentioned the other day, country’s been on my mind. There really aren’t many things I love more than New York City. I could name a couple. Change, for example, is something that’s always been critical to me.

I believe we live many lives, I also think these lives are quite short. And while I’ve had crap stuff happen to me, along with the best of us, I somehow stay hungry for life. Change, to me, is a critical part of life.IMG_4925

Maybe it’s because, unlike my four siblings who were moved around a bit, I essentially grew up in one place. Went through one set of schools with the same group of crap kids. Worked the same job through High School. Went to college and did radio day in and day out, which was cool – alas, same.

Getting to New York City was a task. Being there this time through was a blessing, I adored every drippy second – even the ones dipped in depression over my first divorce.

We’re field tripping to Maine in a week, blog-family. My life is upside down and inside out right now, and my Novel is spilling easier than ever. My father actually commented on how fast I was typing yesterday.

So back to it… New York City, I love you and thank you for delivering everything exactly as you promised… particularly, book.

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